“We all want to be loved, don’t we? Everyone looks for a way of finding love. It’s a constant search for affection in every walk of life.”

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

Take care of the small circle around you. When you have succeeded with them, then move outwards, one small step at a time.

As much as I loved the art and discipline of the dance, it didn’t love me!

Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.

Paris is always a good idea.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself.

I’ve been lucky. Opportunities don’t often come along. So, when they do, you have to grab them.

To have beautiful lips, say beautiful things. To have beautiful eyes, look at people and see the good in them.

You can always tell what kind of a person a man really thinks you are by the earrings he gives you.

There is a shade of red for every woman.

Some people dream of having a big swimming pool. With me, it’s closets.

True friends are families which you can select.

I’d never worry about age if I knew I could go on being loved and have the possibility to love.

I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong.

Work as hard as you can, whatever you do, and try to spread generosity of spirit.

If I’m honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?

We shall reach our goal, when we have the power to laugh as we destroy, as we smash, whatever was sacred to us as tradition, as education, and as human affection.

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.